memorable

I was sitting in my living room with my brothers when somebody knocked at the door. One of my brothers answered it, and let two people in. One was a police officer, the other was a girl I know. They asked me if they could speak to me privately. We went back outside, and into the backyard. They showed me some notes that they had found a several different crime scenes. They were bizarrely worded and seemed to make no sense at first. Then I realised that it was meant to look like that. I had a friend back in highschool who was a bit crazy, and he wrote stuff like this all the time. I only remember one line, it said something like "The giraffe's neck isn't long enough to reach the back rows." I started guessing the meaning behind the note, and they agreed with my assessment. They asked me to be a paid consultant for their Law Enforcement Agency. I agreed, and I woke up as they were filling me in with the particulars of the case.

The dream starts out with me riding in a jeep talking to a few people. In retrospect, I should have become lucid because I don't think I knew these people. The driver was a man, and there were two girls and me. Anyways, I glance out the windshield from the backseat and see a comet. It looks utterly magnificent. It's probably 20-25 times larger than the sun in the sky, right near the horizon. I point it out and we're all watching it when it hits the ground. We brace for the shock-wave and when it hits our little jeep is hurled backwards about 50 feet but manages to remain upright. We're all okay, a couple scrapes and bruises and psychological trauma, but okay. We get out of the car and head to the nearest house. Then owner lets us in and we're all pacing around his house excited and euphoric because we survived a comet strike. I remember pieces of our conversation.
"Did you see the comet?" we asked the home-owner. He laughed and replied,
"Well duh it was bigger than the sun!". The conversation went on a bit. Then he asked me about the impact. "How big was the mushroom cloud?"
"It was all I could see." I said. We were laughing and singing and partying all night, getting really drunk and celebrating the fact that we survived.

I remember being in a place that looked very much like the concession area of a baseball stadium. There were many people there, most of them I didn't know. They were hiding because out on the field was an immortal and he was going to swallow some girl's soul. I'm not sure what he was exactly, but it was clear that he wasn't fully human. There was a dark purplish mist-like energy flowing out of him. He looked very human, but he had claw-like hands and feet, and all of his teeth were pointed. I don't know what came over me, but I ran out there and challenged him to a duel for the woman's soul. I had no special powers that I knew of, but I had an irresistible urge to fight this creature. I must have known him somehow, because he recognised me and laughed at my challenge.
"It's been so long" He screeched at me, "Do you still remember me?". My silence to that question must have given it away. "You don't!" He said angrily, "Challenge accepted, I'll have to grind the memory of me in deeper". Images flashed too fast for me to make out. Next thing I know the stadium is ruined and we're facing each other breathing very heavily. The girl is gone, I don't know what happened to her. I have in my left hand a long, thin sword. The creature runs away, vowing revenge, and everything goes black.

I am standing on one of those 1700's sailing ships. You know, like the Black Pearl from Pirates of the Carribean? Anyways, the ship is just drifting in the middle of the Arctic Ocean. At least I assume that is where I was, all I could see was waves and icebergs. It was late at night but I could see due to the spectacular Northern Lights and of course the moonlight. I was standing near the wheel, looking out over the deck and the ocean in front of me. I remember feeling anxious, like I was waiting for something to happen. I had no clear goals or really any idea why I was on this ship or how I got here. I was freezing cold and all alone. The wind was strong, but not gusting. Just a constant rush of air at my back. The sea was getting progressively stormier so I went below deck to avoid the wind and the cold spray of the sea. I was going through the footlockers and cupboards in the crew's quarters, when I found an old book bound in some sort of darkened leather. I tried to read it, but the pages were wiped blank immediately after I turned to them. I could see the words for only an instant. I put it back, not wanting to disturb this creepy ghost ship I guess. I turned to leave and there was a large man in the doorway. He must have been nearly 7ft tall, and he was dressed in a captain's uniform. His hair was grey and his face was deeply lined, but his eyes were bright and alert. He was holding a large silver key in his left hand. I asked him what the key unlocked. He said a key doesn't unlock anything, it only locks things. I was confused but it seemed foolish to argue. He asked me to come to the Captain's Quarters for a cup of tea and to chat. I followed him, but the whole time I wondered where he came from. I had already searched the entire ship and found nobody. We sat down at the table and he set down a kettle of tea and two small teacups. I picked up the kettle and poured myself a glass of sand. Bone dry sand, not tea. I looked up to ask him why he had sand in a tea kettle, but I was alone in the room. I freaked out and called for him, but he didn't answer. I opened the door and ran out onto the deck, searching for him. I was alone again. Now the waves were gigantic and crashing down on the deck. I ran up the steps to the wheel of the ship and looked out over the ocean. A wave twice as tall as the ship crashed down on the deck and smashed it into pieces. I sunk into the ocean like a lead weight before I woke up.